A tortuous lane through bleak rolling moors pitted with white limestone scattered here and there lead us as close as we could drive (I’m not a walker) to this curious little stone .... circle? To call it a stone circle is stretching ths imagination, but it’s not a cairn, as suggested by the map, but a four poster, of a type more commonly viewed in Scotland. One of the uprights has cracked off and fallen inwards. You can see that it was originally built on a little mound. I had been warned that is was mightily underwhelming, but the peace and clarity of the atmosphere here, coupled with completely silent solitude and tear-jerking views makes up for it’s damaged state. This is a corker.